Name: Jay

	When I was little it took me awhile longer than most to be potty 
trained, I guess one of the reasons for this is that I really loved it 
when my mom would lie me down on the changing table and slid 2 thick 
cloth prefolded diapers under me. She then would put baby oil on me and 
then baby powder (which I loved the smell)then pull the diapers up 
between my legs and pin them securely in place. She then slid a pair of 
soft plastic pants up my legs and over my diapers and I was ready for 
bed. I really enjoyed how I looked and felt as I was diapered each 
night. When I woke up the next morning, if my diapers weren't wet, I 
would lie there until I wet them and then get up and go down for 
breakfast. It wasn't until I was 5 yrs old when my mom stopped 
diapering me at night. At first I missed it but soon forgot about it. 
	It wasn't until I was 9 yrs old when I began to want to wear 
diapers again. Mom had another baby and when Timmy was a year old, she 
moved all of his things into my bedroom (crib, changing table, dresser 
and diaper pail). One night when I was in my room doing home work, mom 
came in and was getting Timmy ready for bed. As she got him ready and 
was powdering him, the smell brought back the memories of her diapering 
me and for some reason I wanted to wear diapers and plastic pants again 
and be able to wet them just like a baby so later that night as I was 
getting ready for bed, I slipped 2 diapers, diaper pins and a pair of 
plastic pants under my blanket and after mom had come in and kissed me 
goodnight, I lay in my bed and got undressed and put the diapers on 
myself and then put on the plastic pants. It felt so good to be able to 
wear diapers again that I soon fell fast asleep. When I woke up the 
next morning, my diapers were dry so I laid there until I completely 
soaked them just like I did many years ago and it was a tremendous 
feeling. I was so caught up in my feelings that I didn't even hear my 
mom come into the room. When she pulled the blankets down and saw that 
I was diapered just like a baby, she asked me why I was wearing Timmy's 
diapers. Not knowing what else to say, I just blurted out that I just 
like wearing and wetting them. Without really saying anything, mom 
helped me out of the diapers and had me go and eat breakfast. 
Afterwards I went to school without her saying anything more. It wasn't 
until I got home from school that mom sat me down and talked to me 
about the incident. She said that since I wanted to wear diapers and 
plastic pants again, that she would let me, but she then would treat me 
just like Timmy. I would have to sleep in a crib, eat in a highchair 
and play in a play pen just like a baby. At first I really didn't mind 
because no one would see what was going on and it seemed like I had the 
best of both worlds. It wasn't until school was finished when things 
really changed. 
	Mom informed me that I would have to spend the entire summer as a 
baby just like Timmy and that included wearing baby clothes and going 
to a day care center when needed.